The temperature in the room rose rapidly. Wreathed in a drunken haze and driven by instinct, the two of them ignited in an instant like dry tinder.
The sweet taste of wine lingered between them, their breathing growing heavier.
At some point, Erica had ended up on his lap. Her light shirt had fallen to the floor, revealing the tight, figure-hugging sports top she wore underneath.
Her kiss was gentle yet fiery, slowly numbing what little reason Lin Chen had left.
Just as Lin Chen was about to completely lose himself, Erica suddenly bit him, as if venting some inner dissatisfaction.
The faint pain on his lips shocked him back to his senses, and he hurriedly pushed her away.
He shot up from the chair, turned, and rushed into the bathroom. He splashed his face repeatedly with ice-cold water until he finally calmed down.
'Dammit, drinking always leads to trouble!'
He stared blankly at himself in the mirror, the sweet taste of wine still faintly lingering on his lips.
